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"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
"Do you mind if i look around the car a little bit?"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
(I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one)
Rap critics who say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
Shut up
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Hit me
They don't play our hits we don't give a shit SO
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccharine
I don't know what you take us as
You'd be celebrating the minute you was having doe
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
All because ths fool was horrasin them
I need a little room to breathe
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
Got beef with radio if we don't play they show
If you don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole
or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
And there i go traped in the kit kat again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
I'm about to break
If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
From rags to riches, we ain't dumb
I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
Now once upon a time not too long ago
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9s come"
(I got 99 problems...)
(I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me)
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
So i...pull over to the side of the road
A ***** like myself had to strong arm a hoe
All these mags tryna use our ass
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
Shut up when I'm talking to you
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one
(got it mike?)
"Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something?"
Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake
You know the type loud as a motor bike
D.A. tred to give the ***** the shaft again
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
-= Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Points of Authority & 99 Problems & One Step Closer =-
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
I'm about to break
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
